Maybe the greatest injury yet
was all too soon after we met
and with eyes and ink still wet
you tried to **** me with the alphabet

A chicken might live without a head
live many a year before it's dead
but have its heart ripped from its breast
and it'll be in seconds before it rests

but oh how its different with us
and isn't the poem the best forum to discuss
that without a head - death would appear
but without a heart. Well. I'm still right here

is this poetry or is this love
is this business really something
to discuss in the tub

is this drowning or is this drinking
or are these overwhelming feelings
products of too much thinking

is this sleeping or is this blinking
because i don't know how much further
life can keep shrinking

poetry is sleep, death and rest
and while these have not truly been addressed
I guess poetry is also life's digress

if you couldn't infer who is 'her'

she is all the hers i've known
from all the we's that I have blown
where some and none and one are One
and more will come til life's been run

that's a guess but it sounded definite
its also a guess that the possibilities are infinite
it's a guess she'll remain as a sessioned imression
I know I still haven't answered your question

Drowning in the darkness of your eyes
I will still be counting the stars
Ignoring the voice shouting inside
Saying "stupid girl! Just run!!"
no time, no sound
just me and you
and you and me around
feeling your hands
pushing me down
Grabbing my neck
stealing my breath
I can feel your fears
pouring through your tears
but no matter dear
I will fly away
with no hope, no fear

Days flash past my shadow
Unable to distinguish your face.

Missing someone is overestimated
An individual can't be missed
But how you felt in his presence
Will subsist.

Love conquers as endless matter
Thus exposing your heart is key,
For a new world to perceive.

An unknown yet
familiar ardor rushes through my veins,
I thence forsee you're present but somehow
Gone away.

Humankind around neglected you
Trust is reasonably locked into your gut
Disowning is no option,
Neither patronizing you;
Been there myself.

Dark nights
Dark thoughts;
Disoriented your head,
But reincarneted who you are today.

Don't contemplate there is no better.
Stand high on your feet,
Drown yourself on memories
That once made you
Complete.

Perhaps I'll never be your future,
Perhaps my existence to you is nonsense.
Straightforwardly;
Merely knowing you're no longer lost,
Will be my cue for moving on.

She only knows her talks with Death at night
kisses from her curtains as she peers out her window.
Her eyes like the dawn; dewy and lonesome.
Her hair like dying embers; a fire from years ago.
Only her bedsheets are listening when she whispers her woes.
She alone is so much more than a human.
She is a book; a ballad; a painting that speaks paragraphs.
Lips silent as death, yet a stare loud like the morning sun.
She is a girl; a star; a constellation.
She is a fight; a fire; a mistake unto herself.
Alone she undoes, and takes, and destroys, and unravels what has been mended.
She misses her talks with sleep at night
kisses from someone as she closes her eyes, dewy and in love.
Her hair nothing more than a spark without a past.
Open ears are listening when she whispers her woes.
She, alone, is more than a human.
She is a book; a ballad; a girl I once knew.

I
What is Racism?
But a notion
That has existed
For centuries
Trying to divide us
You are white
And happy
I'm black
And i'm happy too
   II
What is skin?
But a covering
To our similarities
Beyond the flesh
lies our similarities
We all consist of
Same skeleton
Same muscles
And same blood colour
   III
Beyond the flesh
Is our true identity
No matter how different
We think we are
We are all the same
Beyond the flesh.

I'm curious...

How did my ExxP parents
Give birth to two IxxJ children?

How did my 'ideal match' parents
Get such a ****** up marriage?

How does my T father
Really feel about and think of his F son?

How much does my ISFJ brother
Hate his INFJ sister for stunting his F growth,
Because our ESTP father, my shadow type, has annihilated mine?

How am I supposed to be able to predict
My ENFP mother's flip-flopping parenting,
Even if we're both NFs?